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"No, you're not. But that will be," he says, stepping away from me and swinging the gun toward Harry's prone body. "Because I didn't shoot him. You did."
I stare wide-eyed at him. "No, I didn't."
Then his glare turns positively evil, his grin maniacal. "Oh yes, you did." He chucks the gun and I catch it out of instinct, not realizing the gravity of what I've just done until it's too late.
"Oh sorry, no you didn't. But now you have. My bad." Then he turns and walks to the door.
"Why, Justin? Why me?" I ask to his back. His gloved hand pauses on the doorknob before he looks over his shoulder.
"Only Decker knows that. But let's just say this is karma. And you of all people should know by now that karma is a bitch."
"You won't get away with this!" I shout as he opens the door.
Justin steps out and turns to me.
"Funny, looks like I just did. It's your gun. Your apartment. And it's your prints on the murder weapon. By the way, Decker says hi." And with that, he slams the door shut.
I’ve got to get out of here. Before the cops come. Before I’m arrested. I also need to alert Marlee that I’m compromised and she could be too.
I pocket the gun, formulating a plan as I grab my bag and grab the bare essentials, packing them in a desperate panic while my mind works a mile a minute trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to do. The very last thing I remember to do is search for the burner phone but it’s not in my bag, it’s nowhere to be found.
It means someone must've taken it out of my locker. Which can only mean that they have it. Shit!
I leave a note for Marlee, sealing it in an envelope and addressing it to “Lucas” leaving it vague enough that if someone comes back here before the cops and FBI do, she’ll still be safe. It’s risky, but I can’t disappear without leaving her something.
With that done and time ticking away, I stop and take one last look at Harry’s body.
“You stupid son of a bitch,” I whisper. “I’ll get him though. Whatever it takes.”
Then I tear my eyes away, and with nothing else on me but the clothes I’m wearing and the bag slung over my shoulder, I walk out and get the fuck out of dodge.
Destination – far away from here.
